We all have crushes from way back in the day.

Funny enough, all my “Back In The Day” crushes were with mostly ballers.

I had good taste even as a cub.

Take a look at one of my first “Daddy Dicks”….

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Hate is such a strong word.

She is a classless fame thirsty single mother biggest bird ever who gets hard dick from all the rappers.
She is the new obsession.
She is like a train wreck that we cannot stop watching….

….. and I think I maybe tuning in.

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I have been thinking about something.

I have been hearing complaints from so many Foxes about the slim pickings in our lifestyle. I can’t even front because I have complained myself.

(The blog under this is definitely a COMPLAINT!)

When you are a Fox looking for a Daddy ala Devin Thomas-ish type – it can be like looking for Waldo in a bedroom sized poster. You know he is there but you just can’t find him…. Yet.

After a blog I wrote, I noticed a couple Foxes left me comments that traveled with me for a few days.

“Straight women should never complain because they have a huge selection to choose from.”

That maybe true BUT there is two sides to this coin. Trust me.

Side I.

We, as Foxes, want a good Wolf to be the exception and not the rule. We want a Wolf that is everything we dream of: preferably to look like a “straight” guy. Now before some of you need a crash helmet, let me explain. We want a guy that looks and acts like a guy. If I wanted pussy, this blog wouldn’t exist.

I have met, what seems to be bottom of the barrel in gay men. The worst of the worst. I have met niggas who are extremely unfashionable or extremely feminine. They don’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.

I met dudes who I would never call back if you paid me in penis. BUT, I have a lot met dudes that were so fine and exactly WHAT I was looking for. Due to my insecurity of not feeling good enough and not comfortable in my own skin, I am sure I was the one they would never call back.

It is funny because I always hear women say, “Damn all the cute/fine ones are gay.” They talk about the DL thugs or the DL husbands/boyfriends who they caught fucking some nigga in the back of a Monte Carlo.

Then there is:

Side II.

I know a lot of female Foxes. It comes with the territory when you are good looking with some kind of charm and charisma. I see a lot of my pretty females complaining they cannot find a good man. Even though they have a larger selection, doesn’t mean that they are happy with the pickings they get. Most of these cute fine dudes that are straight that we would date are mega hoes. The amount of talk I hear about certain dudes I think are Wolf material is such a damn turn off. Women also go beyond looks, whereas in our lifestyle, we are all about looks. That can be our greatest asset and worst enemy.

Real talk: Just because Devin Thomas is my ideal of Daddy, don’t make him a good person. I only see the fantasy of him inside me. He could be the biggest asshole on the East Coast with the dick the size of a Vienna cushion and the personality of a aardvark.

So Foxes, I wanted to let you know there are 2 sides to every story. Don’t always think the worst. There is much worst. Never compare yourself because you will be winning a losing battle. I stopped that recently. We are ALL looking for someone to love us. It may come soon or take a little longer but the love we have for ourselves should be top prior.

Plus, the grass is not always greener on the other side and a lot of times, that shit could be astro turf.

Later

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Well my day went south.

I was trying for the life of me to find out where Mister Attitude went. I haven’t seen his ass for 2 weeks at work. The last time we spoke, he let me know that he also got down.

He was droppin’ subtle hints that he was interested me in…. And then, like a man, the muthafucka vanished!!!!!

Well, I found out today that he doesn’t work here anymore. I am a little sad by the news. I am going to miss seeing his sexy ass daily.

Well I guess I get to look at the other guys, but they are “straight” so ain’t nothing going down but a fuck fantasy and an invisible cigarette.

At least Mister Attitude was adapting to my attitude. I heard he has a social site page.

Should I add him?

I mean, we weren’t close like that but he knew who I was. I do not wanna look like a stalker. Not sexy at all

Whatcha think?

Later

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Kat Snacks…

because her pussy must taste like Golden Grahams to these niggas....

went on a blast spree with the cell phone.

HARD.

I had to come on here to throw this up.

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Check this out Foxes….

I met shawty on a chat site early this week. New type of flava. Caramel complected thick Daddy with a big dick and nice pecs.

Aight cool.

We talking and things going good. I am thinking about meeting this dude. We exchange numbers and take it to text land. So I ask this nigga to send me a picture of his face because, thus far, I was starting to think I was talking to the Headless Horseman.

So he sends me a picture…

Foxes, WHY WAS IT this niggum I use to talk to last year?????? I forgot why we stopped talking but I know he was a forgettable Wolf. He took whole new pictures and a new screen name. Reinvented himself on a Fox. He is cooler this time around but the fact remains: U just my recycled trash.

Recycled Trash – someone u use to talk too back in the day. U could have smashed but the person is in ya past, point blank and simple. Usually, we like to keep them there!

So I hit that mofo went the 1, 2 like:

“Yo I think I use to talk to u.”
“Yeah we use to talk.”

I showed him my facial so that’s how he knew it was me…

“So why u didn’t say anything?” I asked, confused.
“Because I didn’t get to fuck that pretty ass and we got unfinished business.”

Well, Wolfie, you are going to dream about what it feels like to be inside me because unless you coming with the swagg to fulfill the needs I need met – you will be using a ton of Vaseline Intensive Care lotion.

I mean, he is cute but I was over it last year. When I’m done with em, I tend to be done with em.

Who knows, I may let him eat the booty.

… then, he gotta go!

Later

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